shit. I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I'm in the hood politican, Impala liffin' And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada
pentition I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I'm in the hood politican, Impala ?? And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada
hmm] Shit didn't make me numb I ain't scared of no goddman gun [my nigga] Once I sw 'em break I stuck 'em [what about his 3 guards? ] Fuck 'em! I'll put
a vision Stuck with that image burned into my brain And I feel so dumb that I could ever trust her While someone else fucked her, then walked away And I
I'm ruthless I leave muthafuckers toothless I had a worker who stepped on the scene lively Then started selling my customers Ivory Soap, counterfeit vials of cracks I stuck
to converge on her.) NORMA I don't know why I'm frightened, I know my way around here The cardboard trees, The painted seas, The sound here. Yes, a
I bend ya pussy like for years I knew yoga I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me I need fifty feet when my performance
what her boy from the hood done Got off the meat and I got my mind right, I Got out these streets, I got my grind like I Got on these beats, I gotta
left on their lights And they stuck up their noses and started some fights Their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands While my father was slaving, my
longevity of my life i'll Live and let live, kill if I must I shall Chorus: I give it all I got, that's all I got to give Yo, you got to live and let
how's that sounding? Niggas wish they had my ends even my friends They look with envy as I step out of my Benz Here I am, then they sprayed me Hey, G, I
leave it be Though it?s stuck hard down like chewing gum well I?ll gurn on the floor singing 'RIP' Cos the songbirds don't do singing on pavements no sweet melodies the sound
Crusader Playin Sega in the wide body Blazer [Coolio] I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor So I see myself and I know, my own lord
stuck with that image burned into my brain And it feels so dumb that I could ever trust her When someone else fucked her, then walked away And I don
say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim Once a brother done broke into my house and I robbed him Plenty and many brains I bust Cause I was livin the lifestyle
matches inside of my pockets That say I strip which means I might get caught lose Everything that I bought, the house, the kids, and the car I know it sounds
comin, cuz it sounds like spit *spit* *spit* It sound like spit Now what sound like this, but a pound in my hit Silencer on the battle, plus I rubber
pentition I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I'm in the hood politican, Impala ??? And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada